She scoffs at the amount of sarcasm being leveled at her. "Well you might've," she points out stubbornly. Still, something in her expression wavers, and she holds up one finger. She goes into her room, looking for her phone. It's smaller than she remembers, and bedecked in the most hideous pink, baubly case, which she hasn't seen in ages.

She brings it back to Greta and loads up her Suddengram. That'll have all the picture proof she needs to show Greta she's supposed to be fifteen.

Except... none of the photos she remembers posting are there. In fact, there are only a few pictures of Cu, and some of her and Greta from when she was eight, and some of the sea.

"Did... did you delete my photos?" she asks. There isn't any accusation in her tone this time.